Unfortunately our office's dictatorship of the masses ensures Radio 2 is on all day, every day, and I've just heard the most shockingly bad version of The Man Who Sold The World. Oh, god, that was shockingly bad, and we all saw the hand of Cowell in the process. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be Lulu, recorded in 1974, and produced by Bowie. Deeply, deeply unimpresed.
But while I'm on the subject, Mrs PB was watching Britain's Got Talent the other night - I just happened to be in the room, I promise! There was a Vanessa Mae-clone being extolled for her originality for dressing up in a too-short skirt and playing a plastic fiddle whilst throwing her hair around a lot. That was bad enough, but then she broke into a instrumental cover version of the Foo Fighers' Best of You.
I'm a tolerent man, and I really don't generally mind what Mrs PB watches, but I remembered that there was a documentary about aeroplane crashed that I just absolutely positively had to watch on Channel 5 for the next 5 minutes.
Piracy doesn't kill music. Simon Cowell does.